Peremen লিরিক্স

Vmesto tepla — zelen' stekla, Vmesto ognya — dym, Iz setki kalendarya vykhvachen den'. Krasnoye solntse sgorayet dotla, Den' dogorayet s nim, Na pylayushchiy gorod padayet ten'. Peremen trebuyut nashi serdtsa. Peremen trebuyut nashi glaza. V nashem smekhe i v nashikh slezakh, I v pul'satsii ven: "Peremen! My zhdem peremen!" Elektricheskiy svet prodolzhayet nash den', I korobka ot spichek pusta, No na kukhne sinim tsvetkom gorit gaz. Sigarety v rukakh, chay na stole — eta skhema prosta, I bol'she net nichego, vse nakhoditsya v nas. Peremen trebuyut nashi serdtsa. Peremen trebuyut nashi glaza. V nashem smekhe i v nashikh slezakh, I v pul'satsii ven: "Peremen! My zhdem peremen!" My ne mozhem pokhvastat'sya mudrost'yu glaz I umelymi zhestami ruk, Nam ne nuzhno vse eto, chtoby drug druga ponyat'. Sigarety v rukakh, chay na stole — tak zamykayetsya krug, I vdrug nam stanovitsya strashno chto-to menyat'. Peremen trebuyut nashi serdtsa. Peremen trebuyut nashi glaza. V nashem smekhe i v nashikh slezakh, I v pul'satsii ven: "Peremen! My zhdem peremen!"